day 276—four sounds

David Lynch said that sound is at least 50% of film. I’d say that—for me at least—the same can be said for my day. Different periods of time, of life, have different soundscapes that become part and parce of the memory. Sometimes sound can add calm, excitement or some other enhancement to an experience. Other times, it can be intrusive, interupting our thoughts.

When I was small, I had a toy accordian. Like this one (given to my own kids by a friend), it was more like a miniature accordian than a toy.

The silence of nature is full. Whether you are by the sea-side or on a forrest path in the prairies, the quiet of nature feels exactly right. It flows like thought and feels like the provision of some kind of framework to my often busy mind.

Like a lot of people, puberty brought a whole new soundscape. For me, it included an ecclectic mix of sounds and an appreciation for a wide range of genres that continue to follow me. Vinyl 7″s started to become small treasures in late high-school—just about the same time cassette tapes were dying their slow death.

Roughly a hudred years ago, we started recording sound on physical objects and shipping them around the world to be bought and sold. Over the past 15 years or so, a whole industry made possible by that bit of technology is unravelling—made obsolete by it’s dependance on discrete physical objects. We don’t even need physical cables to connect our speakers anymore. Think of that. This blue box plays music from my phone or from my computer without any cables at all.